I'ma give it up, blood, as I bail through the set
I got my flag to the right and my homies to the left
I'ma mad as Samoan to the bone, better check
I'm a soldier if I got to find myself to the neck
You a rider, you a slider, on me, we gon' check
We were three deeps lying till we crashed with the tech
Don't tell me true besides where I shine, nigga, * that
Bus back, we tossed it in the river like
What's that? Why you want to strap like that?
Blood, I'm paranoid, the infamous big noodle knocker named B-Boy
Big superheroes on the gram, let me check the stat
Tommy B, Dozer, P-Foam, time to crack the pack
Hop up in the lap with my flag like wordy ass
Seat way back with some yaks, don't forget to scrap
I might've lost a lot of things, I never lost my mind
Cause I'm high off the streets and I'm addicted to the crime
Hit the switches on that motherfucker, let the * ride
I heard the bird up in the sky screaming out homicide
Put the hood on down, homie, throw your hood to the sky
If you feeling like I'm feeling it, you let that * fly
Hit the switches on that motherfucker, let the * ride
Heard the bird up in the sky screaming out homicide
Put the hood on down, homie, throw your hood to the sky
If you feeling like I'm feeling it, you let that * fly
Yeah, I'm headed to the back of the function with some yak
Yelling out P-Foam like it was Brackenworth's hat
These bitches stay mad at me, I know they can't stand the G
But I don't give a *, so fill my cup with some Hennessy
I'm banging Westside, so you niggas better fill the P
I'm Brian Theo, sexy with a strap like remember me
Stay giving it up, I wish death to my enemies
All-star chubs with apparel like you feeling me
Faded with my stepping damn near, about to throw it up
Swerving through the lanes with my gang like what's happening?
Blood, I'm hopping out Bracken, looking super attractive
I'm getting caught up in my way and start holding up traffic
Two-stepping with my strap, man, you know that I'm active
Mr. Wolf fully loaded, nigga, no, I ain't lack
I got a platter full of yak and a handful of band
Hope I'm banking on a mission, let it up, you let it blam
Hit the switches on that motherfucker, let the * rhyme
I heard the bird up in the sky screaming out homicide
Put the hood on down, homie, throw your hood to the sky
If you feeling like I'm feeling it, you let that * fly
Hit the switches on that motherfucker, let the * rhyme
Heard the bird up in the sky screaming out homicide
Yeah, I'm belong down, homie, throw your hood to the sky
If you feeling like I'm feeling it, you let that * fly
Yeah, I'm belong down, homie, throw your hood to the sky
I'm open.
I'm open.
I'm open.
I'm open.
Boom!
Hey, let me just come out in front and hear that.
I might have been too much, but you know what?
I'm going to hear it.
I mean, you know what?
Every time I do a song, it's a rust draft.
So anything that I need to fix later on, I'm going to do it again.